Leto’s Child (Maurice Hewlett Poems)
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
THERE between the treesThe prying Fauns and Woodmen darkAnd prick-ear'd Satyrs her did mark,How all abandon'd to her moodOf careless ...
The Woodfolk Sweep ThroughThe Water-Spirit:Water flows in the wild wood deep, Dreamy water that slips and sighs,I shall whisper your heart ...
We met by the Wood of Doom,Day gone and the dusk come after . . .And I thought you were ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
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